#ahmal

[[ so many thanks to @ahm-al & @diamondoath for helping me get the last lanner I needed and finally achieve getting the Firebird! 

Now I can faceplant into Lakshmi and Susano (and eventually Shinryu) and work on gettin the doggos! But anyhoo...

“Oh good, I was starting to wonder if there was something on my face~. Ah , or if I had perhaps done something to further incriminate myself as an idiot. …but nope, just the usual.”

         “You may be an imbecile but there’s only one person that has the right to call you so-- and it’s me.”

     His tone had taken in strength as he spoke- a sign of possessiveness. It was only normal for  Syabelth to be like this- after all, Galen had decided to marry him and was aware of the dragon’s tendencies to flip into one of those moods. Standing up from his seat, he strode over to his husband, the rare sight of a smile upon his lips before he reached up with one hand, the tips of his fingers brushing against the dragoon’s cheek.

“It has a mind of its own, I swear!” Not really, he’s just careless. Insanely careless.

              “..No one will miss you if you keep pushin’ people away.”

      His tone was stern, eyes narrowed as the paladin gazed upon the dragoon, eyebrows furrowed. Not scared to die but afraid that no one will miss him.. Clearly, both these things didn’t seem to belong together. Hands then went upon his hips as he tilted his head aside slightly. Did he drink again and decided to start something of the sort? He couldn’t tell but it sure felt like it.

             “If you really want people to actually miss you once you’re dead then maybe you should stop bein’ like this- no one wants to pick someone else off the floor and that includes me. Yet I still do it- why? Because I care. But you don’t seem to be noticin’ that at all.”

     Perhaps, he was being harsh now but if he wasn’t, he doubted that the dragoon would understand. He cared for him and what he got in return for that so far? Nothing. Nothing at all. And due to that, it sure felt like Galen didn’t give a single damn about him- only about himself instead. Nails soon dug themselves into the fabric of his pants- showing that Syabelth was actually holding himself back from getting physical on the matter. And it did take him a lot of self control to not go ahead and punch the elezen straight in the face.

     A sharply exhaled sigh left the white haired hyur’s lips before he turned around, arms folding upon his chest. He couldn’t stare at the other anymore- at least, not now. He knew that if he did, it’d only fuel the rising anger that he felt at the very moment. And even if a slap to reality would do Galen some good, Syabelth didn’t want to be the one landing the first blow.

      A low growl left the raven haired hyur’s throat at the dragoon’s teasing- he actually didn’t mind it this time, in fact.. Him having slept for so much made him almost forgot how he actually (secretly) enjoyed such things. Eyelids were slid open after the kiss was pressed to his forehead, mismatched golden hues gazing up to the elezen’s face before he tilted his head aside -- away from his husband’s shoulder.

             “..It can wait.”

[[ What do you do when you get out of bounds with friends?

Dab, of course. ]]